Bass! How low can you go? Death row a brother knows Once again, back is the animal
The incredible D. Enemy number one Five-O said "Freeze!" and I got Can't I tell 'em I really never had a gun? But it's the wax that the X spun
Now got me in a cell, 'cause my records they sell 'Cause a brother like me "Well, Farrakhan's a and I think you ought to listen to he can say to you, what you ought to do"
Follow for now, to the people say "Make a D, pump the lyrical" Black is back, all in, gonna win Check it out, yeah y'all, we go again
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Never badder than bad, 'cause the brother is madder mad At the fact that's corrupt as a Soul on a roll, but you treat it like on a rope 'Cause the beats in the are so dope
Listen for I'm saying inside music That the critics are me for They'll never care for the brothers and Now across the has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, on now They're gonna to wait till we get it right Radio Stations I question blackness They call themselves black, but we'll see if play this
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Get in front of me, the crowd runs to me My deejay is warm, X, I call him Norm, ya know He can cut a from side to side So what, the ride, the glide be much safer than a suicide
control, beat is the father of your rock n' roll Music for whatcha, for whichin', you a band, man a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know You 'em demos, but we ride limos, too
Whatcha do? Rap is not afraid of you Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Ono Run DMC first said a deejay could be a on it's feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for B, and L.L. as well, hell Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock forever, universal, it will sell Time for me to exit, Terminator
Turn it up! tha noise! it up! Bring tha noise!
From coast to coast, so you stop like a comatose 'Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast Rock some pizzazz, it will last why you ask? Roll with the stars, still never get accepted as
We got to the fifth, we can investigate need to wait, get the record straight Hey, in effect, got the Flavor Terminator X to sign checks, to get paid
We got to check it out down on the A magazine or two is me and dissing you Yeah, I'm you